She Was Sitting In My Front-Row Seat Holding My Novel — Smiling Like She Had Stolen My Life

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My hand went numb around the phone.

In the background, a child laughed.

My granddaughter.

I pressed the phone harder to my ear.

“Did you write it?” Anna whispered.

“Yes,” I said.

A sound broke out of her.

It was not quite a sob.

It was the sound of a door unsealing.

“Then Graham lied about everything,” she said.

I closed my eyes.

Graham moved toward me.

Mara continue reading …